Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1498: Sacrifice

In the southeastern suburbs of London, groups of living corpses are surging like an ocean.

Commanded by Kingsley and led by many elite sorcerers, the purge force fought hard to block a huge number of enemies, and the curse rained down into the group of living corpses.

At the same time, there were also a part of the dead who would cast magic in the group of living corpses, shooting terrifying and deadly curses to the army of the Qing Dynasty without mercy.

An explosion, a burst of smoke, a roar... In the place where the two armies are facing each other, even if the sun is shining at this moment, it only makes people feel depressed like dark clouds covering the sun and thunder and lightning. And confusion.

People who haven't been on the battlefield can't realize the fear that even curled up behind the bunker might be killed by an attack from nowhere.

However, everyone is obviously not overwhelmed by this pressure, and they are still fighting as hard as they can. Casualties are inevitable, but under the orderly plan and Kingsley's accurate and timely command, many players were rushed back to the back of the battlefield for treatment after being injured.

Of course, this is a battlefield after all, and no matter how good a commander is, there is no way to avoid sacrifices.

Some were hit by the killing curse and died on the spot, some died from their injuries during temporary transportation, and even some were accidentally hit by the enemy's curse in order to save the wounded.

War is always cruel, whether it is a wizard war or a Muggle war.

"Attention! The team on the west side does not have enough firepower. Let Digo and the others increase their attack frequency! If this continues, the group of living corpses will head towards Surrey!"

Kingsley, sitting in the center of the town, immediately issued the latest order after listening to the report from the air team. At the same time, another spy who came from the east side of the battlefield suddenly said:

"Miss Tonks's team can't stand the pressure of the group of living corpses--"

When Kingsley heard this, he immediately said again:

"Let Aberforth reinforce!"

"Sir, the main team responsible for resisting the march of the living corpses is still retreating, and the pressure is too great..."

"Allow the reserve team to join the positive clearance!"

"Mr. Kingsley--"

Temporary reports came one after another, informing Kingsley of the situation in various areas of the battlefield out of order, and then he would make judgments as quickly as possible.

The great sense of responsibility made the forehead of someone as calm and calm as Kingsley seep sweat, but he couldn't relax even for a moment.

Because, even if one of the messages is late, the cost may be more casualties.

And just as chaos and order coexist in the battlefield, and the brilliance of various spells flickered, behind the group of living corpses, there was a large gray mist floating from London.

The weird fog that has always enveloped the city of London has actually begun to move!

Kingsley watched the mist in the distance approaching the battlefield little by little, frowning and tightening, and even the sweat bead falling from his forehead forgotten to wipe.

"...will it be Helbo?"

There are other possibilities, but the first thing Kingsley thought of was Helbo himself.

Their group of wizards who cleaned out the living corpses originally took the initiative to attack Helbo at any time. Once they discovered that Haierbo had joined the battlefield at the same time, they had no chance of winning at all and they had no choice but to "retire".

"Tell them to the teams, and as soon as they spot Helbo, they will quickly evacuate from the battlefield! Don’t hesitate!"

After asking people to go around the battlefield to give instructions, Kingsley himself beckoned to the Aurors who were responsible for protecting him with a little hesitation.

"Listen clearly, the next thing is just my request, you don't have to agree to it! And my request is...I need someone to bypass the battlefield and go to the back of the corpse army to confirm the reason for the movement of the fog. This task is very dangerous, because it is very possible to meet Helbo himself... you think about it!"

However, just after Kingsley said this, he heard a familiar voice suddenly coming from behind him.

"I will go!"

"Mr. Potter?"

Kingsley turned his head abruptly, and suddenly saw Harry holding the Gryffindor sword and stopped.

"Let me go!"

Looking at Kingsley who was taken aback for a while, Harry immediately repeated the words. But at the next moment, when Kingsley seemed to think of something, he shook his head decisively.

"I don't know how you left Spiral Town, why Lupin didn't stop you...Of course, this is obviously not important anymore. However, this mission of exploring the fog must not be handed over to you."

"Why?" Harry couldn't help but exclaimed, "When he was in town, Lupin didn't let me out; now, you don't let me fight...Kingsley, I already have enough With the strength of, let me watch so many relatives and friends get injured or even die...I..."

"Potter," Kingsley interrupted without waiting for him to finish, "When did I tell you not to fight? I just feel that with your current strength, the place to go should never be In that mist, it's the front line to clear the group of living corpses."

"The front line? Good—"

Harry was surprised when he heard that Kingsley didn't stop him. But soon, when he saw the Aurors protecting Kingsley, he couldn't help swallowing the "good" sentence back into his stomach.

"But..."

"Mr. Potter!" One of the Aurors looked at Harry, who was worried, and couldn't help but shook his head slightly, "Secretary Shaker is right...with your strength, it's affirmation that you can be the most effective. It is the forefront of the battle! As for the tasks that "anyone can die", let us do it!"

"Mr..."

"Potter~IndoMTL.com~ Let's go!" Kingsley suddenly reached out and pointed to the battlefield in front of him, "While the fog hasn't floated into the battlefield, let's reduce the number of enemies as much as possible...Of course. Pay attention to your own safety, you are the most precious one among us!"

This is war.

Harry gritted his teeth, and after saluting the Aurors, he rushed into the battlefield without turning his head with the sword.

Kingsley and several Aurors watched his surprisingly vigorous figure sink into the crowd, paused for a moment, and then forgot to go towards London again.

"Minister, we will be divided into two teams, one team enters the mist, and the other team moves with the mist on the periphery. If the first team does not come out and meet within the set time after entering, we will send someone back to report."

"Well," Kingsley turned his head, and leaned toward them slightly like Harry did just now, "I'm sorry, I'll take care of you!"

"Don't say that, for the safety of the entire Qing and suppression troops, we have nothing to do with these fortunes!"

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